Intro: Trippie Redd
Ya dig?
You gon die
You gon die
You gon die

Chorus: Trippie Redd
Yeah, uh, what that mean?
Yeah, what that mean?
Im outside, pop out gang with the team, bitch, uh
What that mean?
We all lit, thats on gang, thats on me, bitch, uh

Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd
Yeah, huh, murder, murder, slatt (Yeah)
Choppa big, it blow you back (Yeah)
Hanging with them slatts (Yeah)
Pussy nigga, we tote gats (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga, you get whacked (Gang, gang)
Thats on gang and thats all facts, uh (Yeah, yeah)

Verse 1: Trippie Redd
We shoot .223s (Bah), well take your life (Gang)
Me, Im with the gang, you know we gon slide
We all with them bees, all up in the hive
You talk down on me, nigga, you gon die
We a different kind, and we be on different time
Rocking Number (N)ine jeans, and I be so fly
We from different sides, pussy, Ima up that fire
Talking all that tough shit on the gang
Pussy bitch, and you gon die


Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd
Yeah, huh, you gon die
Yeah, nigga, you gon die
Huh, you gon die

Chorus: Trippie Redd
Yeah, uh, what that mean?
Yeah, what that mean?
Im outside, pop out gang with the team, bitch, uh
What that mean?
We all lit, thats on gang, thats on me, bitch, uh

Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd
Yeah, huh, murder, murder, slatt (Yeah)
Choppa big, it blow you back (Yeah)
Hanging with them slatts (Yeah)
Pussy nigga, we tote gats (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga, you get whacked (Gang, gang)
Thats on gang and thats all facts, uh (Yeah, yeah)

Verse 2: DaBaby
Lets go, lets go
Have you ever seen a nigga die? (Yeah)
When I did, went home and smoked a blunt
No, a nigga didnt cry (Lets go)
Dont fuck with niggas on different side
These niggas be switchin sides (And I)
In a whip with a nigga bitch inside, finna give my dick a ride
Only nigga that be talking bout gang shit be on lame shit, aint never bang shit
Look at a pic right now and the pic back then
Its not the same pic, Im with the same clique
Im with Trippie Redd (Yeah)
Oh, you with a bitch, he scared (Ha)
A lot of niggas like to play with they life
The last nigga who played with my clique, he dead (Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
I had to

Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd
Yeah, huh, you gon die
Yeah, nigga, you gon die
Huh, you gon die

Chorus: Trippie Redd
Yeah, uh, what that mean?
Yeah, what that mean?
Im outside, pop out gang with the team bitch, uh
What that mean?
We all lit, thats on gang, thats on me, bitch, uh

Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd
Yeah, huh, murder, murder, slatt (Yeah)
Choppa big, it blow you back (Yeah)
Hanging with them slatts (Yeah)
Pussy nigga, we tote gats (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga, you get whacked (Gang, gang)
Thats on gang and thats all facts, uh (Yeah, yeah)